Leonardo DiCaprio has been frolicking in the surf with his 22-year-old model girlfriend in tropical Bora Bora.
He’s carefree. He’s famous. And as you may notice, he’s more rotund than usual.
The internet has responded to these topless photos with a series of snarky fat-themed puns. From gossip site TMZ: “Leonardo DiCaprio or Leolardo DiFlabrio?” and “What isn’t Gilbert Grape eating?” Page Six ran with a story called “The Great Fatsby” in which they described Leo as “The whale of Wolf Street.”
Cruel – obviously. Funny – maybe. But when we talk about Leo’s body like this, are we calling him fat or are we fat-shaming him? Yes, there is a difference – and it’s all about gender.
Kat Stoefell argues in The Cut that it’s not possible to fat-shame a man like Leo:
The more tabloids comment on men and women’s weight in equal measure, the more they underscore the shame gap between them. On DiCaprio, extra pounds are incidental to his identity, no more or less damning than the hideous graphic T-shirts and newsboy caps he wears. For women like, say, Jessica Simpson, being photographed at a higher weight is so humiliating and intimate, it necessitates an emotional “weight loss journey” to be sensitively discussed on a talk show couch later.
The ‘shame gap’ exists for many reasons: we treat famous women’s bodies as our property, to be judged and evaluated when we want. We hold individual women accountable for the self-esteem of our entire gender. And we talk about a woman’s weight gain as a moral failure rather than just a shift in kilograms.
That’s why, when Jennifer Aniston has a big breakfast, tabloid magazines call her pregnant. When Kirstie Alley puts on weight, she’s shunned from the industry until she signs up with Jenny Craig again like a good, obedient female celebrity seeking redemption. When celebrity mums like Kate Hudson or Hilary Duff take more than a week to return their bodies to pre-pregnancy svelteness, they stay on the front cover of magazines until they lose the ‘baby weight’.